He stared at Alessa as she created her own light. No matter how many times he saw people do strange things, including himself, he found that he never could suppress the surprise that followed. Brows rising only slightly, he turned back to check out their surroundings.
Jesus. It looked the same as L.A. had when the ritual was going on.
Moving his light off toward the ground to look at the fire, he spotted his shotgun; which must have fallen during their transport. He stooped over to pick it up, straightened his backpack, and started walking beside Heather. He didn't say much about their situation. It was unpleasant, disturbing, and obviously dangerous. But he was willing to tag along, so long as he found a way to help out. For now? He'd help look. Maybe he'd be able to spot something suspicious.